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Glass Solace

Contempt to go with ambition
Binding order is slaving us away
The blood chaos is the sunrise...
...that morbid has no face

They don't need to be here
The hunter never lets go
dilute watermark on spirit
food to there spoil

People are of millions
There is nothing to see here
Just watch with no tree sap

I just have accordance
As the escape key
Form plight-less decisions
Of a rudimentary throne



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